A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could the
Said the fly, “let us flee!”
“Let us fly!” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the

There are similarities
I notice: that the hills
which the eyes make flat as a wall
together, open as I move
to let me through; become

How will the legend of the age of
Feel, when the last tree falls in
When the concrete spreads and the
The country’s heart; when contrace
Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

The pig, if I am not mistaken;
Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.

All I know is a door into the dar
Outside, old axles and iron hoops
Inside, the hammered anvil’s short
The unpredictable fantail of spark
Or hiss when a new shoe toughens i

My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
he voice of wayside pansies,
that do not attract the careless g

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

To step over the low wall that div
Road from concrete walk above the
Brings sharply back something know
The miniature gaiety of seasides.
Everything crowds under the low ho

When I think of love
I think of you
The man whom I first fell in love
Like wind beneath the wings of a d
Like sand beneath the sea so plent

Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.